"Love has nothing to do with it," I answered, a little more forcefullythan I intended.The three of them looked at each other and rolled their eyes.Nat...sha drifted into our orbit. The orchestra was playing a merry tuneand people were gathering in groups on the dance floor. "I'd ask you todance," she said, "but these can be quite complicated." That's nothing but a quadrille," I said. "I could do that in my sleep."Natasha looked at me like I'd sprouted a second head. "Where did youlearn that?"I. “I can see that.” He says as the next photo comes up of the unidentified young women on her back getting fucked.“Jake, Caitlyns cunt is really great but you know what I would really love to do?” He asks me.“What's that?” I ask“I would really love to fuck your daughter in the ass.” He tells me.“Jeff.” I say extending my hand to shake his. “Fuck her in the ass, the mouth, her pussy. Call some friends and barrow her for the weekend and turn her into a party cum receptacle.” I say with a. "Please!" Lynda gasped, aware of nothing now except pain and fear. "Stop! Please stop! Oh, please stop hurting me!"The men only laughed harder, some of them spitting on her, others continuing the abuse of her big tits and tight pussy. They slammed her into the wall another dozen times before Buck told them to throw her on the pool table.By the time they dumped her on the table Lynda felt as though every bone in her lush, sultry body had been shattered. She felt as helpless as a baby, and. To this day I think they both knew when I got up to go to the restroom that it wasnt to take a piss. I often fantasize about the conversation the two of them may have had after I left to relieve myself. It usually results in my jerking off to the image of the fitting session ending in a lesbian encounter in the dressing room between my wife and the helpful lingerie saleslady. Another fantasy, for another time. With each clank of the chains against her tits Jens sly grin widened. She could tell.